Clutch City

Things Avery thinks she is good at but is not: singing and dancing.

I may live in a fantasy world where everything is rainbows and unicorns, but I do have some level of self-awareness. I am aware that I am a terrible dancer* and a terrible singer. But what is a girl supposed to do when she is terrible at two things she loves to do?! It's a tricky question, my friends, a very tricky question.

Last night Adam and I went to the Rockets game (we didn't win), and had awesome seats 12 rows behind the basket (thankmyselfverymuch). Luis Scola was looking as hot and Argentinian as ever, and I was a happy girl. So in the 4th quarter (and 4 GIANT BEERS, and no food later), when they started playing music, I started to sing. And then dance. And then something magically terrible happened. Adam tapped my leg and said, "you're on the jumbo tron". And then, not knowing what to do, I just. . .kept. . .dancing. It was absolutely tragic. But kinda cool, especially because I was wearing the magical bra, and my boobs looked REALLY enormous on the jumbo tron. Okay, since I'm still drunk (yes I stayed up all night and drank a few more beers because I couldn't sleep), I'm just going to be honest. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME.

Today however, I am tried, not feeling so hot, and have a massive headache. But the game was fun, and I'm pretty sure I've convinced myself to purchase a 10 game pass because it was so fun (I would get a bigger package [that's what she said], but my company lets me sit in the suites pretty regularly, so more games doesn't seem like the most brilliant idea). And that ladies and gentlemen is how Clutch City became Hangover City.

I just reread everything and it was completely not lucid, or flowing, but I'm too tired to change it. Not to mention concentrating right now is really difficult. Here are photos from the game:

6 years later and Adam still makes that face. Nice.

(yes I'm getting my hair cut and colored Friday, stop judging)

*in all honesty, I'm not that bad of a singer/dancer, I mean it wasn't like I was going to NYU for business school. Proof: in middle school I once sang a solo for chapel (Mrs. Davidson made me do it)- it was the scariest thing I have ever done, and the only time in my entire life I have been really quiet.